Tuesday, September 23, 2003


Amy was born at 1:17, and thus began a life long obsession with that number. She notices when digital clocks read 1:17; I've pointed out this happens twice every day, but it still doesn't seem to demystify the event for her. She sees 117 on license plates, billboards, phone numbers, etc... Today at the hospital as she was getting prepped for a "PICC line" which will force feed her iron, she turned to me and said, "Do you have your camera? Get a picture of that."

Some machine above her head had a readout of 117.

117 pops up everywhere for Amy...except on lotto tickets.

My blog friend Jim points out that not everyone who reads this is familiar with Amy's health concerns. I guess a little background is in order since for a while I'm going to be consumed with her health when I have time to write. In a nutshell, Amy had gastric bypass surgery several years ago. She's had some complications, two of which have required additional surgeries. A fourth surgery looks like a distinct possibility. Despite her numerical fixation, I'm fairly certain Amy is not secretly trying to reach 117 trips under the knife.

It's odd, for the past week Amy has been in a state of near mania as the pain increased and the glare of additional hospital stays and surgery seeped beyond our collective ability to ignore it. I was fairly calm and did my best to remain optimistic.

As soon as Amy hung up the phone with her doctor last night she seemed completely at ease. She was in control. She had a game plan. She started making calls, packing her bag, getting prepared. I, on other hand, lost all focus and function. Amy got checked in to the hospital, and tucked in for the night. I tossed and turned. I prayed and searched for pity. Then I went to work in something of half functional haze.

Today, Amy is feeling fine

Of course when morphine is your breakfast offering a cheery outlook is a lot easier to achieve.

My breakfast was bacon and eggs...I couldn't sleep so I cooked..

Today, my attitude is better. My time at the hospital this morning was reassuring. Seeing the caring approach to medicine Amy is receiving has made me feel better.

I know we will deal with what's ahead from a position of strength. I have any number of reasons to believe that.

For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. - John 1:17